[The younger man's pen hit the floor, rolling across the plain grey concrete. He scrambled for it, sat back up, and wondered how badly Stan could hurt him with the knuckle duster if he grabbed the apparent showman by the wrist to examine his stone. He decides against it, because he's disoriented enough without a black eye.]

That's amazing. I can do that too?

[He leans in, starting to grin in wonderment. Stan has just tapped the very real excitement of a scientist who has something brand new to study, even if it's not one of his certain fields.]